The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

When Feng Jialan got closer, he realized that Ke Yunchu's body was still wet, and he was holding something tightly in his arms.

He was dirty, black and yellow all over his body, Feng Jialan didn't want to touch him, so he just rode on the horse and said: "Ke Yunchu, I want you to stay where you are and don't run around, you run for me What are you doing here?"

But Ke Yunchu was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard his voice.

Feng Jialan called him twice, seeing that he was still motionless, finally realized that something was wrong, got off the horse, walked towards him, and found that what he was holding in his arms was a big fish.

The whole body of that big fish shone with blue light, and the big round scales refracted the blood-red color. It turned out to be a precious blood-red dragon fish. It didn't know how long it had been caught, but it was still thumping, and its vitality was extremely strong.

This blood red dragon fish is priceless, and there are only two in the palace.

The little idiot was soaking wet...couldn't he jump into the river to catch it?

"Fool, wake up." Ke Yunchu patted his face, and found that his cheeks were as hot as iron scorched by the sun, and his breathing was a bit rough.

Ke Yunchu opened his eyes in a daze, his voice was weak: "Brother Jialan, I caught a cricket...and a big fish..."

He wanted to hand the fish to Feng Jialan, but his hands were weak, and when his hands slipped, the fish fell to the ground and flopped a few more times.

The fish is precious, Feng Jialan immediately found a bag specially used to hold aquatic organisms when he returned, went to the river to fetch a bag of water, put the fish in it, and returned to Ke Yunchu's side.

Ke Yunchu reached out and handed him another kit.

Feng Jialan didn't answer, he knew what was inside.

Ke Yunchu had no choice but to open it and show it to him. Inside were a few lively crickets.

"Ahem... let's go back..."

He supported the tree and stood up, but the whole person looked shaky, as if he was about to fall down in a second.

He shook his head, trying to wake up, but became even more dizzy, bent over and retched twice: "Okay, so dizzy..."

Feng Jialan took a step back quickly, afraid that he would vomit at his feet, but luckily he didn't vomit anything.

Ke Yunchu slowed down and straightened up: "Brother Jialan, I seem to be sick..."

His originally bright red lips were even more radiant at this time, and it was obvious that he was seriously ill.

Feng Jialan watched him grab the cricket bag, and did not let go of his hand even though he felt uncomfortable. He had a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and finally squatted down beside him, and said to him: "Come up."

Ke Yunchu's boneless body leaned against him, obediently lay on his back, and whispered in his ear: "Thank you!"

, Thank you Brother Jialan..."

His fiery breath fell on Feng Jialan's ears, and his two tender lotus-like arms were wrapped around his chest, reminding Feng Jialan of that hot dream that he had on that midsummer night, almost throwing him off. I went down, but at least I held back.

Feng Jialan carried him on her back, tapped her toes, and flew onto the horse, her movements were crisp and neat.

Although this action was chic and elegant, it made Ke Yunchu, who was already dizzy, even more dizzy.

His voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I want to vomit..."

Feng Jialan rode his horse and galloped: "Hold it for me!!"